"Use To Be" lyrics
Didn't I say we put the M in motion, bitch?
Ayy, it's Philthy, nigga
I remember like it was yesterday
On top of Foothill
Next to C-Town and Seminary Liquor
In front the VI
Me, Dan, Rell, Mall, Dang
Feddi
(AK, turn it up)
Uh-huh, look
I remember how it used to be
S 63 coupe, no room for three
It was just you and me, we was late-night vibin'
Fell asleep behind the wheel 'cause the syrup had me noddin'
I remember how it used to be
On the top of Foothill, we was twenty deep
It was knock on you, then it was knock on me
Four-way search clause, we ain't stop for police (Uh-huh, look)
First-class flight, Dallas Love Field
I know a bunch of Dallas bitches that really love Phil
In Oak Cliff, bustin' plays in the BP with Freddy
When I pull up on you, baby girl, just make sure you ready
If I come across some Act', I might relapse
Rosé up in my cup, fuck a Tea app
Bitch, I'm well off, I ain't never fell off
Make sure you vacuum-seal the bags and keep the smell off
I bet my bottom dollar on my bottom ho
I'm proud of her, so I bought some Prada for the ho
The mack passed it to the jack, then he passed it to me
I'ma always keep a bad bitch in my passenger seat, it's Philth
I remember how it used to be
S 63 coupe, no room for three
It was just you and me, we was late-night vibin'
Fell asleep behind the wheel 'cause the syrup had me noddin'
I remember how it used to be
On the top of Foothill, we was twenty deep
It was knock on you, then it was knock on me
Four-way search clause, we ain't stop for police (Uh-huh, look)
I was just fuckin' them other girls, I was gon' get right back
Every time I fell off, she put me back on track
Twenty-six inches on the candy-green 'Lac
Rest in peace Tee Woods, I bought his white Pontiac
They love me in Detroit, Flint, and Pontiac
Every day, I pray I could bring my nigga Feddi back
Them Foothill days right in front the VI
Before he jumped off the porch, I was already outside
Three for dub, two for ten, one for five
Seminary mad circle Funk or Die (Funk or Die)
Cross my heart, hope to die
Stick a needle in my eye if I lie
I remember how it used to be
S 63 coupe, no room for three
It was just you and me, we was late-night vibin'
Fell asleep behind the wheel 'cause the syrup had me noddin'
I remember how it used to be
On the top of Foothill, we was twenty deep
It was knock on you, then it was knock on me
Four-way search clause, we ain't stop for police (Uh-huh, look)
Ayy, it's Philthy, nigga
I remember like it was yesterday
On top of Foothill
Next to C-Town and Seminary Liquor
In front the VI
Me, Dan, Rell, Mall, Dang
Feddi
(AK, turn it up)
Uh-huh, look
I remember how it used to be
S 63 coupe, no room for three
It was just you and me, we was late-night vibin'
Fell asleep behind the wheel 'cause the syrup had me noddin'
I remember how it used to be
On the top of Foothill, we was twenty deep
It was knock on you, then it was knock on me
Four-way search clause, we ain't stop for police (Uh-huh, look)
First-class flight, Dallas Love Field
I know a bunch of Dallas bitches that really love Phil
In Oak Cliff, bustin' plays in the BP with Freddy
When I pull up on you, baby girl, just make sure you ready
If I come across some Act', I might relapse
Rosé up in my cup, fuck a Tea app
Bitch, I'm well off, I ain't never fell off
Make sure you vacuum-seal the bags and keep the smell off
I bet my bottom dollar on my bottom ho
I'm proud of her, so I bought some Prada for the ho
The mack passed it to the jack, then he passed it to me
I'ma always keep a bad bitch in my passenger seat, it's Philth
I remember how it used to be
S 63 coupe, no room for three
It was just you and me, we was late-night vibin'
Fell asleep behind the wheel 'cause the syrup had me noddin'
I remember how it used to be
On the top of Foothill, we was twenty deep
It was knock on you, then it was knock on me
Four-way search clause, we ain't stop for police (Uh-huh, look)
I was just fuckin' them other girls, I was gon' get right back
Every time I fell off, she put me back on track
Twenty-six inches on the candy-green 'Lac
Rest in peace Tee Woods, I bought his white Pontiac
They love me in Detroit, Flint, and Pontiac
Every day, I pray I could bring my nigga Feddi back
Them Foothill days right in front the VI
Before he jumped off the porch, I was already outside
Three for dub, two for ten, one for five
Seminary mad circle Funk or Die (Funk or Die)
Cross my heart, hope to die
Stick a needle in my eye if I lie
I remember how it used to be
S 63 coupe, no room for three
It was just you and me, we was late-night vibin'
Fell asleep behind the wheel 'cause the syrup had me noddin'
I remember how it used to be
On the top of Foothill, we was twenty deep
It was knock on you, then it was knock on me
Four-way search clause, we ain't stop for police (Uh-huh, look)
